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Julie 1 and Julie 2 fought it out in a few square feet,

There's pride in these people, for better or worse, but then there has to be

When they come for their education and stick around to watch them fight,

Calling time on all the businesses, pushing the old boys out.

Is she sick or is she lazy?

Staring up at the mildewed ceiling

Spending hours working out if the lack of sustained comfort

Is something that she could have dealt with or maybe it just is

It's easy to get jaded, when nothing ever gives

And like pigeons with twisted feet

The neighbours are clubbed, battered, and unrelenting

Adapted to life lived on the floors and huffing up the scraps

They can't live off of goodwill gestures, where's the mobility?

Just a little hope, something monetary

There's not many more first times

Everything feels so far away

Like a bad head in the morning' or a glass just out of reach.

Why do you ruin a beautiful thing with such ugly language?

Your accent belies your intelligence, man'

Just call it a day